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"It's nice to think of tears as polliwogs rolling down your face, lost on the cheekbones and the distant chin, before they drop on the oilcloth and the pine floor."
"Verbless poetry: Poems without verbs…the verbless poem can create a static quality, a sense of the arrested moment…"
Edward Hirsch on this week’s poetic term. (via poetsorg)
GORDON PARKS’ 1950S PHOTO ESSAY ON CIVIL RIGHTS-ERA AMERICA IS AS RELEVANT AS EVER
An exhibition of Parks’ rare color photographs, entitled “Gordon Parks: Segregation Story,” will go on view this fall at The High Museum of Art in Atlanta. The photos capture a particularly disturbing moment in American history, captured via the lives of an African American family, the Thorntons, living under Jim Crow segregation in 1950s Alabama. See all of the photos here.
"Do I find myself surprised by my own poems? Sometimes, but this one was no surprise. Perhaps I should explain how this piece came to be written. I know I shouldn’t admit this, but sometimes I am greatly bored. One day I said to my husband (in my usual dramatic fashion), 'I’m so bored, I think I might go crazy.' He, of course, laughed. But then I thought, what if I did go crazy. 'L is for Leaves' was born from that thought."
"Asystole in this situation is a death knell. It means the heart is so starved for substrates–blood, oxygen, glucose–that it can't beat, not even a few times a minute. It can't even quiver."
Lafcadio Hearn coined the phrase naked poetry for one of his general lectures at the Imperial University in Tokyo (1896–1903). He said:
I want to make a little discourse about what we might call Naked Poetry … that is, poetry without any dress, without any ornament, the very essence or body of poetry unveiled by artifice of any kind.
—Edward Hirsch on this week’s poetic term: Naked Poetry
"G.R. prided himself on both historical and traditional figures. He felt as if he knew quite a bit about pop culture, too, at least in movies and music. This was Halloween at his and Tina’s front door, out from normal suburban neighborhoods. He’ d already pointed at masks and said Batman, Iron Man, Superman, Spiderman, Incredible Hulk, and common zombie. Clown, ghost, Pocahontas, ninja, Iraqi War Special Forces Seal. He’ d correctly identified Reagan, Bush, Napoleon, and Rush Limbaugh. Ballerina, pro wrestlers (Andre the Giant, Lex Luger, Ric Flair, The Undertaker, Macho Man Randy Savage, Hulk Hogan, Dusty Rhodes, Rey Mysterio Jr.). Football players (Cam Newton and Peyton Manning). G.R. waved at parents waiting on the roadside in cars, gave a thumbs up, said how he liked the way their little Lady Gagas looked, their Mileys, their MacBook Airs and cans of Red Bull. 'Goddamn, how many miniature Snickers we got left? We got any of those Reese’s Cups?' G.R. said to his wife. 'I don’t remember Halloween being like this the last few years. The churches must’ve quit having parties. I thought parents got scared off by razor blades and white powder.'"
We are so excited about our LIVE from the NYPL Fall 2014 season, with speakers like Salman Rushdie, Joyce Carol Oates, Neil Gaiman and George Clinton! Tickets go on sale to the general public on Monday, August 4th at 10:00am, but if you become a Friend of the Library you’ll get access to today’s presale, as well as receive 40% off tickets, and pay no service fees. Hurry - before tickets sell out!
Friday Reads, Georgia Review staff edition
Douglas Carlson, Assistant Editor:
Museum Legs: Fatigue and Hope in the Face of Art by Amy Whitaker
Jenny Gropp, Managing Editor:
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The Mother Tongue: English and How it Got That Way by Bill Bryson
Brenda Keen, Business Manager:
Euphoria by Lily King
Gina Abelkop, Circulations & Marketing Associate:
Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Friday Reads, Georgia Review staff edition
Douglas Carlson, Assistant Editor:
Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry ed. by Camille T. Dungy
Jenny Gropp, Managing Editor:
Conjunctions 62: Exile
Brenda Keen, Business Manager:
The Woman and the Dynamo: Isabel Paterson and the Idea of America by Stephen Cox
Gina Abelkop, Circulations & Marketing Associate:
Unlovable Vol. I by Esther Pearl Watson
Eudora Welty died in her family house in Jackson, MS on this day in 2001 (aged 92). She is buried in Greenwood Cemetery in Jackson.
On her headstone is a quote from The Optimist’s Daughter: “For her life, any life, she had to believe, was nothing but the continuity of its love.”
The longlist for the 2014 Man Booker has been announced, the first of its kind to have writers from all over the world competing, including American writers Joshua Ferris, Karen Joy Fowler, Richard…
The prose of 'Lacuna' settles in the brain and germinates there, refusing to die after you have finished reading. It is spare, precise, curious, and highly intelligent. While doing laps, the protagonist accidentally bumps his head on the concrete lip of a pool, and Vandiver describes the ensuing pain as 'a parenthesis of softness.'
Read a review of our Winter '13 issue, then purchase a copy for only $7.50 during our July back issue sale!